If it gets any more exciting around here, I think I will scream. Okay, I know my friends in sunnier places are happy they are there, and my friend in snowy places are tired of the topic. I promise I won’t laugh when it gets too hot, too dry or too windy where you are. And no, I’m not longing for summer. I never longed for summer after I left grade school.
I had a boss once who was a soccer referee in the summer months. I asked him what he did in the winter months. “Eat” he responded. That’s what we do when we are housebound…eat. It takes oodles of will power not to eat. Mostly, I drink buckets of tea. At night I sleepwalk and excrete it.
But we do eat…mostly healthy foods, I hope. Fish today and chicken tomorrow.
Another thing we do is haul seed to the bird feeders. They need food too. A poor ‘Early” Robin has been spending an inordinate amount of time in the heated bird bath, David says. When I say we haul food to the feeders, I mean David.
And we both play with our laptops, side by side, tapping away. Me showing him cute animal photos from Facebook, David giving me the five-minute weather forecast, because all he does is look at the weather when he’s not feeding the birds.
Our dogs, who haven’t been walked in days, are completely insane, running back and forth from one end of the house to the other.
I haven’t read much today, I’ve been cooking or working on my family tree. I finally found the death record for my third great-grandfather (GR3) on my Dad’s mom’s side. GR3 died at age 83, in Ward 6 of an insane asylum, “exhausted from senile dementia,” the death record says. He had remarried and his daughter from the second marriage migrated West and died in Washington state.
Most of the kids from his first marriage (my ancestors) went off to fight the Civil War or migrated to Wisconsin, or both. My second great Grand Dad did both. I’ve been reading the records and know they had incredibly hard lives, scratching out a living as dirt farmers until something came along, and that something was the Civil War and the Railroad.
All along the way the family was besieged by famine, freezing in winter (one died), various illnesses, consumption being the worst, and fierce Indians for a while. (The Indians had been paid “$5 per scalp” by the French during the French and Indian Wars, which GR3’s ancestors fought.)
Fortunately, I found the town records which act like newspapers, reporting every birth, marriage and death for a while. You must be able to read cursive to examine the original records.
One thing these people always did was build schools. English, mathematics and science were considered top subjects for them. And children who didn’t behave were expelled from school. They wanted a ‘Good Orderly Society’ above all.